4. Fix fast that crown upon our brow!
Return, sweet iron rule!
We always thought--we know it now,
This "people" is a fool!
Bring back the brazen laws of yore,
Now Draco's code of blood restore!

5. Columbia loathes her Western fudge!
Her Yankee, smooth pretence,
She buys and sells the negro drudge,
And, (versus common sense,)
Shouts all the while--"All men are free
Save those I bought!"--Hail Liberty!

6. Such Liberty we gladly greet,
For this out-serfs our mode;
These "glorious," "noble" "platforms" meet
The maddest despot's code!
Lo! freemen beat us in the trade
In men, by God for monarchs made!